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Should I?


Should I? Written By: Faith Rushing

 

Alone I sit

About slit my wrist

Should I commit?

Is this it?

 

Noone cares,

Everybody stares.

No point,

Let's screw this joint.

 

Life is precious I heard.

Noone cares anymore in this world.

People struggle, people fall

Should I care at all?

 

Closer and closer to my wrist,

Wait! It's november 25th.

Birthday's are lame.

Mother's the one to blame.

 

Mother doesn't see,

What she's doing to me.

My friends all laugh and stare,

My emotions seem so bare.

 

Should I continue to commit?

Is this truly it?

Why can't I go for it?

Will people ignore it?

 

After this is done,

My body will be gone.

Should I understand  why people are so cruel?

Should I just continue feeling like a fool?

 

They pebbled me with stones.

They break my bones.

These scars might heal,

but they'll never know how I feel!

 

Should I?

Yes.

Should I?

No.

 

Should I?

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Comments (4)

rush1013
<p>It has been a while since I have been on this website mainly because I am attending Wayland Baptist University! I am currently working towards my English major as well as a musical theatre degree. I am loving every second of college life! God truly is good and has never let me down, no matter how hard I fall, he is always right there to help life me back to my feet. Thank you for your support.</p>
Angelwith1wing
<p>The speaker of this poem seems to be very troubled. &nbsp;I was once this troubled. I wanted to kill myself for being mistreated by not only family, but also friends. It wasn't until I found my light in this horrible place that I began to feel loved, at peace.... found. No one can truly love and help us like God can. Believe me. I know for I have been down that dark path and am now set free. Let us all keep our faith up. Let us all never give up for we have come too far to give up now. Keep writing on my friend.&nbsp;</p>
rush1013
<p>Should have checked it before I posted it! It was a serious typo. Thanks for the heads up.</p>
Braeden999
<P>I love this. Really made me think. But, sorry to say, understand is spelled wrong.</P>

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